Page 14 of Midnight Danger

“Be back in a bit, Ash. I’m going to give the apartment another search to see if I can find something with another name on it.”

“I’ll call you if I find anything.” He lifted his arm in an absent wave since he was already glued to the screen again.

Her apartment was always sparse, so I started where people tended to keep all their most prized possessions. We all had a little dragon DNA in us and liked to sleep where we kept our treasure. Every drawer and cupboard were searched with no result. It was only when I was sitting on the end of the bed staring at the floor that I realised the bottom of the wardrobe was too deep.

Dragging all the bags she kept there onto the floor, I felt around the edges until my fingers located a slight indent at the back. Pushing down on it, the base of the wardrobe lifted to reveal a hidden area which housed a small safe, jewellery boxes, and some piles of paperwork.

I didn’t need to open the safe, because a letter was caught in the bottom of the door. In her haste to leave, she didn’t see it.

Cassandra Jenkins.

Addressed to a post office box.

The name rang a bell, but I couldn’t remember where I’d heard it before. I put everything back into position and tucked the letter into the inside pocket of my leather jacket.

“Where the fuck are you, Cas?” I asked the empty room.

A lump in my throat rose and I struggled to keep my emotions under control. I didn’t even risk a phone call or sending the information over a message. We all knew the rules about keeping information safe.

My Harley welcomed me, and I lost myself to my thoughts on my way back to our base of operations. Why did her name sound familiar?

Jordan was already there when I returned. “I thought Meg was going to shit herself when I arrived at her office and started asking about Cas’ past. When she left to get me the glass of water I requested, I bugged her phone and her bag.”

Why the fuck had I not done that with Cassandra? “I’ll need an implant for Cas if we ever find her,” I muttered in a dark tone.

There was no way she’d go missing on me again. We all wore trackers that only the three of us had access to. No one else knew that we’d had them injected in our ankles.

“I installed one in Meg when she was my sub. She still doesn’t know it’s there,” Jordan added conversationally.

“You do realise that you have control issues?” I demanded.

“Says the man who’s going to microchip his girlfriend after we track her and drag her unwilling ass back,” Jordan countered. “Meg is special. I like to know she’s safe.”

“Freak,” Ash taunted.

“Takes one to know one,” Jordan retaliated.

Ignoring their rivalry, I pulled the letter out and handed it to Jordan. He looked at the name and address and paled. “No fucking way.”

“What?” I demanded, eyebrows raised at his tone.

“There is no way that she is who that letter says she is. Fuck!” He went trailing through files and pulled up an image of a family—mother, father, and two daughters. “Frank Jenkins disappeared without a trace about twenty years ago. He was a member of the Council. Everyone thought he wanted out and just ran.”

“No fucking way,” Ash said, his eyes darting to me.

“They died in a car crash,” I said in a hollow voice.

“If they did, I’d suggest it wasn’t an accident,” Jordan replied. “Everyone else dead?”

I nodded once in confirmation.

“Then she’s the missing heir to their fortune. If someone wanted access to her father’s accounts, the best way to do it would be through her.”

He enlarged the picture of the eldest daughter. Lines and dots appeared as her face was analysed. Jordan used a photo from my phone.

“It’s her,” I said in a low voice.

“This is Council business now,” Jordan said.

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